Where Losers Go to Die
Hey man, want to see a dead body?
It's never too far away
Scratching in a casket buried in a heart that's a grave
I was led to believe there was a peace that came with age
But the older I grow, the more I unravel to the point where
All that's left is being depressed
So I ask if all there is is black, then why wait?
Eventually the cranium claims us all
Five stages of grief I go through every day
It's been my expеrience that no one knows how to listеn
But everyone's got something to say
Anyways, here's that corpse I promised to show you
It's been my experience that no one knows how to listen
But everyone's got something to say